Building Your Own Monster, the Crisis of the Overlord Universe
"Feld, there's no need to say anything more. Let me give you the simplest example: would you allow someone to owe you money and refuse to pay it back?"
"I understand. I was only passing along someone else's message. Don't take it to heart."
Oran's example had made things very clear. To Doflamingo, money was the most important thing.
If someone slept with his mistress, Feld could laugh it off. In the face of profit, women meant nothing.
But if someone owed him money, he would definitely find a way to get revenge.
That smuggler was not one of Feld's men. There was no need to keep arguing with Oran over him.
Still, Oran's tough attitude made Feld sense that something was off.
Once upon a time, Oran had been someone who traded technology with him for profit. But now, Feld realized that he had no real way to deal with Oran anymore.
On one hand, Oran maintained friendly relations with the Marines. On the other, he had complicated ties with BIG. Whether it was the Marines or pirates, Oran had his own channels.
His one-of-a-kind technology gave him considerable weight in the underworld. In some areas, they even had to rely on Oran's technology.
"When did it start?"
After hanging up, Feld could not remember when Oran had become such a colossal figure in his eyes.
Clearly, he had never lost contact with Oran, yet it seemed as if all of this had quietly happened somewhere beyond his notice.
"That guy has become rather frightening."
Feld had a feeling that even if he had been the one behind this, Oran would naturally find an excuse and kill him outright.
A few days later, Feld received a batch of ashes.